Burning fire

"...What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? What's your expression?"

Zhou Qizun really resisted, so he didn't pull Zhang Jueming.

Looking at Zhang Jueming's appearance, he...why did he put on a face that was about to cry.

Zhang Jueming froze in place and did not make a sound, Zhou Qizun took a breath, feeling that if he continued to watch, he would probably not be able to take it anymore.

"I don't have such a good concentration yet." Zhou Qizun scolded in his heart.

Zhang Jueming is too young to be of high class, so he can't follow suit.There are some things that are not yet ready for the season, and are not ready for the fire.

"I'm short of time... I'm short of time..." Zhou Qizun said silently.

Zhou Qizun's eyebrows twitched, and he lowered his eyes, not looking at Zhang Jueming.

The old hooligan flipped through the pages without hesitation, and naturally changed the subject: "Then what, I've packed everything up, so I'll go take a shower first?"

Zhang Jueming moved his fingertips vigorously, the pain on his body was numb, as if he had just been beaten violently with a random stick.

"En." Zhang Jueming responded, and stood up slowly, as if the blood in his heart was about to vomit out with the "um".

Zhou Qizun rolled his eyelids and looked at Zhang Jueming again - he still looked like he was about to cry, which made his heart twitch...

Zhou Qizun sighed—he had a boyfriend when he was young, and he was much younger than Zhang Jueming, and his face was thinner, but Zhou Qizun was shameless, Zhou Poppi boasted that he did the flower work just right, and had never provoked the person he liked. Come on "crying face", why does the car overturn every time in front of Zhang Jueming?

Or is it that he is too old, has not learned this trick for many years, is too unfamiliar, outdated, and unable to keep up with the trend?

Zhou Qizun took off the shirt on his upper body, walked past Zhang Jueming, and at the same time threw the clothes to Zhang Jueming: "Then I will come out soon, you can wash it later."

The speech and movements are very random, and the flow of clouds and water is natural, without any trace of deliberation.But Zhou Qizun approached the door of the bathroom, and while opening the door, looked back...

Zhang Jueming was holding his clothes, his back was stiff again.

Zhou Qizun: "..."

Zhou Qizun went into the bathroom and closed the door tightly.

——Based on his always aggressive temperament, he always handles things simply and neatly, even unreasonably, a bit self-centered.

Aside from the fact that Zhou Qizun was so involved in this matter, that Zhou Qizun was an ordinary man who was incompetent and worried about Zhou Yi... for Zhang Jueming, he was so rare that he had patience.To say that patience is not enough, Zhou Qizun feels distressed every time he sees Zhang Jueming's sad expression, and he is so distressed that he is reluctant to force him.

In short, Zhang Jueming will not harm Zhou Qizun.Zhou Qizun was neither blind nor deaf, Zhang Jueming's thoughts on him, if he really guessed wrong, then he deserved to die without a place to bury him.

Outside, Zhang Jueming stood stiffly, the soles of his feet felt weak.He only dared to move his arms slowly when he heard the bathroom door was closed tightly.

He hugged Zhou Qizun's clothes in his arms, but he didn't have the strength to hold them tightly, and he didn't have the courage to hug him tightly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you."

Zhang Jueming closed his eyes, feeling that the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and his nose was sore, he said in a breathless voice, his knees became weak, and he wanted to kneel down: "Please, don't let me... I love you even more."

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"Aren't you going to take a shower?" Half an hour later, Zhou Qizun rubbed his messy hair with a towel and came out of the bathroom.

"No need. I washed it when I came back in the afternoon, you forgot." Zhang Jueming said.

He has returned to normal, and from his face, the expression that is about to collapse and is about to cry can no longer be seen.

Zhou Qizun sized him up without showing any signs, and nodded: "That's right. It's getting late, are you going to sleep?"

"Yeah." Zhang Jueming rolled onto the bed, and looked at the bedside table before lying down. There was a cup of hot milk on the bedside table, "Drink some milk before going to bed."

Only then did Zhou Qizun realize that there was an extra glass of milk.There was still a faint white mist coming from the milk, so it must have just been warmed up.

"What do you want?" Zhou Qizun raised the cup with his hands, "What do you want for me?"

How cheap.It was clearly in such pain, yet he insisted on treating Zhou Qizun well, and wanted to take care of him meticulously.It's hard to say what kind of madness is self-abuse to Zhang Jueming's level.

"Milk...sleep." Zhang Jueming said, "Be careful it's hot."

Zhou Qizun has always suffered from insomnia and can't sleep well.Zhou Qizun had experienced too much in the past few days, and probably couldn't sleep anymore.But he was still injured, they were leaving for Gongzhuling tomorrow, Zhou Qizun's body would not be able to bear it if they didn't have a good rest.

Besides that ghost eye, it is still unknown whether it is a blessing or a curse.Thinking of this, Zhang Jueming was so nervous that his whole body became cold.

"Thank you." Zhou Qizun took a sip of the milk, "It's not hot, but the temperature is just right. I like to drink warm."

"After drinking, go to bed early." Zhang Jueming said goodnight, lying on the bed and turned over, with his back to Zhou Qizun.

"..." Zhou Qizun held the milk cup, the tip of his nose was full of rich and sweet milk smell.

He looked at the slightly bowed back in the opposite bed for a while, raised his head, filled the remaining half glass of milk, turned off the light, put him on the bed and lay down.

It was probably Zhang Jueming's glass of milk that had an effect, plus Zhou Qizun's injuries were not healed, and his physical strength had not fully recovered. In the middle of the night, Zhou Qizun finally fell asleep exhausted although he was full of worries.

It's a pity that the sleep is very light and I didn't sleep well.

Zhang Jueming was next door, just by listening to Zhou Qizun's breathing, he could tell that he was having a hard time sleeping.

Zhou Qizun turned over for the fifth time that night, and kicked the quilt away at the same time.

Zhang Jueming had no choice but to sit up and get off the bed lightly.

Zhou Qizun's kick was so powerful in his sleep that he was kicked to the ground by the quilt.

Zhang Jueming once heard Spade say that once Zhou Qizun fell asleep, he would kick the quilt, and his feet were "spicy". Every time Spade had to put the quilt back on the bed with great difficulty and cover him, three times a night. Repeated five times, the cat's teeth are sour...

Zhang Jueming's hands are naturally easier to use than the tender teeth of spades, he picked up the quilt, carried it to Zhou Qizun, and covered him.

Zhou Qizun seemed to feel something, he suddenly moved his body, and wanted to pull back the quilt he had just put on.

"Don't move, cover it well." Zhang Jueming pressed Zhou Qizun's two arms with both hands, lowered his head, and in the darkness, he saw the beads of sweat oozing from Zhou Qizun's forehead.

Zhang Jueming frowned, and wiped it lightly with his hand. It was cold, like cold sweat.

He wanted to cast some spells on Zhou Qizun's altar, so that this person could sleep more deeply, but just as his fingertips touched the center of Zhou Qizun's eyebrows, Zhou Qizun's eyes opened a crack!

Zhou Qizun was not fully awake, his eyelids were heavy and his mind was dizzy, he could barely open one eye slit, the surroundings were not turned on, it was very dark, he could hardly see anything clearly.

"Cassia?" Zhou Qizun's mouth moved, his voice was weak and hoarse.

"I'm here. You continue to sleep." Zhang Jueming's fingertips emitted a faint light, which touched Zhou Qizun's eyebrows.

Suddenly, Zhou Qizun stretched out an arm from under the quilt, and unexpectedly grabbed Zhang Jueming's hand.

The technique was interrupted, Zhou Qizun let go of Zhang Jueming's wrist, and he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Zhang Jueming's neck.

Being pulled down by his neck, Zhang Jueming lowered his head and leaned over, almost all of his upper body was pressed on Zhou Qizun's body.

Zhou Qizun became more and more drowsy, and the opening of his eyes closed.He raised his chin and moved his lips dryly: "Cassia..."

His lips touched the tip of Zhang Jueming's nose, calling Zhang Jueming's name.

Zhang Jueming stopped breathing.Zhou Qizun was too rough, he never used lip balm or anything like that, his lips were peeled, dry and hard, small pieces of skin pierced the tip of Zhang Jueming's nose, like poppy thorns.

Zhou Qizun loosened his grip on Zhang Jueming's neck, and his hand slipped from Zhang Jueming's neck and fell on the bed—the man fell asleep again.

Zhang Jueming grabbed a corner of the quilt, the mountain ghost was very strong, and his fingers made two holes in the corner of the quilt.

It took Zhang Jueming a long time to get up slowly, and his fingers were placed between Zhou Qizun's eyebrows again, and with a light tap, the bright light rose and went out quietly.